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Sooo…I’ma gonna drop this character in coz he’ll really develop Alessio’s backstory and that side plot with assassination attempt Hades did and also be in this group so everyone can be active on one side if the other’s inactive…

Anyway…this character has a very interesting headspace, I haven’t really successfully pulled it off before yet so…forgive any inconsistencies/clunky writing in advance? XD

 

The Necromancer.

No one knew his name anymore, no one knew what he looked like.

You see, the Necromancer wore a black veil over his face, fluttering almost translucent folds cast all around his head like a void of blackness. And perhaps that was the intent, for he was a master of terrifying appearances.

No one had even seen his skin uncovered, he wore stripes of black cloths like ornamental bandages all around his body. Some said he hid his every body because it was crusted in burns, licked by flame.

Some said that, but no one knew the truth.

No. The only person who knew anything about him personally was his only child, Nathair. But no one came near him because they all heard about the massacre, and no one wanted to be a part of that legacy…

 

As soon as Nathair heard the news he swore he’d make an end of his father.

All his work to keep Alessio alive and out of the Necromancer’s reach this long and he’d just found another way to get at him. Because, of course, that boy that stupid, naïve soft-hearted boy he’d never take orders from the Surreala Guild. There wasn’t any way to control him, or make it safe to test that weapon, so the Necromancer wanted him dead.

Nathair had watched the boy grow up, he’d always be a child to him on some level. Hadn’t had a single chance, that boy, not in the world he grew in, not with the idealistic notions he never lost.

Call it a soft spot, maybe a weakness, but he was attached to the boy and no one – least of all his ghoul’s hide excuse for a father – was going to touch him this time.

 

He didn’t have everything of a plan yet, but that was ok because the moment he walked out the great hall he was in a completely different place completely outside the palace and completely foreign even to him.

There were three different people there; one blind, one with obvious anger issues and one with a strangely contemplative look. He glanced over the pillars around, the cave structure…could he be in one of those dimension-holes. Someone could’ve cast a spell or set up reader around the door or something…not terribly unlikely.

Probably, he should’ve felt panicked, cornered, or something.

He just felt oddly detached from the whole situation, aware that his fingers were tingling like they always did when he itched to fidget with something. That was the closest thing to a nervous habit he had, maybe it was just a habit he kept up when he was bored or thinking hard as well. He didn’t know, he just didn’t feel usually.

“Failure to accept your fatal flaws shall end in death. Touch the mirrors and begin your trials.”

Interesting…

Nathair always kept a set of dice in his pocket, to think. He fingered them absently because the monotonous motion was soothing.

The one man threw a rock into the mirror and it passes through of course.

A dimension hole. Interesting.

“So,” Nathair said, rather testing the atmosphere. “Who wants to go first?”

The man who threw the rock whirled around to glare at him and then everyone was staring at him. Nathair fidgeted more with the dice in his pocket.

“I mean, I certainly don’t – want to, that is.”

“All must enter or all must die. Chose your trials.” Cracked a voice from somewhere obscure.

“But I guess that can’t be helped…” Nathair finished, and glanced around at everyone there, and smiled in a friendly but rather uncertain way.

It was obvious they’d all have to work together apparently for now and that they were not going to get an explanation unless the other’s already knew something, but it wasn’t likely he’d get that information unless he could fit in with the group first.

In any case, scratch diplomatic appointments for this evening sooo…this might be an improvement.

At least it wouldn’t be as boring…

 

Nathair:

Physical traits: Very pale, almost albino, glassy blue eyes, tends to wear colorless greys and whites

Age: mid-forties

Personality traits: Open but also reserved, always calculating, constantly has mixed motives,

 

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